Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation… even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
CHRISTOPHER REEVE
The Way Of It
‘THERE are roads that lead through valleys where the
grass is soft and green ;
There are lanes that lead through morning where the
friendly maples lean;
But for those who face the battle where the far height
holds its thrillThe only goal worth finding
Where the rock-filled road is winding,
Where the heavy burden’s binding,
Is the goal upon a hill.We may think of life as something that is built up from
a dream;
We may hear old songs that call us where the shafts of
morning stream;
But the storms beyond are waiting for the raw, un-
conquered will,And though hearts and hopes are breaking
As we come to bitter waking,
Yet the only road worth taking
Is the road that leads uphill.Grantland Rice
Just Be Glad
O heart of mine, we shouldn’t Worry so!
What we’ve missed of calm we couldn’t Have, you know!
What we’ve met of stormy pain, And of sorrow’s driving rain, We can better meet again,
If it blow!
We have erred in that dark hour We have known,
When our tears fell with the shower, All alone!—
Were not shine and shower blent As the gracious Master meant?— Let us temper our content
With His own.
For, we know, not every morrow Can be sad;
So, forgetting all the sorrow We have had,
Let us fold away our fears,
And put by our foolish tears, And through all the coming years
Just be glad.
James Whitcomb Riley.
